[[Whispered]] “Time was never lost… only forgotten.” [Intro | Whisper] Before the clock… There was the heartbeat. Before the number… There was the rhythm. Breathe… Remember… ⸻ [Verse 1] We built towers out of seconds, Made a map from every hour, But the sunrise never asked us, For permission to bring power. The oceans pull with silver, The planets move in grace, A universe of motion Never rushing through its space. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Can you hear it? Under the noise… Under the counting… Under the race… There is a rhythm… ⸻ [Chorus] Breathe… There is a rhythm beneath the clock. Breathe… There is a river that never stops. Every heartbeat… Every wave… Every moment… Every day… Breathe… Return to the rhythm beneath the clock. ⸻ [Drop Vocal Chops] Breathe… Breathe… Slow down… Feel now… Heart… Earth… One sound… ⸻ [Bridge | Spoken, atmospheric] The clock measures movement. But it does not create it. The calendar organizes memory. But it does not create existence. The universe was already dancing… Before we named the song. ⸻ [Final Chorus] Breathe… Into the moment you’re living. Breathe… Into the gift you’re given. No race… No chase… Only the rhythm… Only the space… Breathe… Return to the rhythm beneath the clock. [[Whispered]] “Remember the rhythm.”
